At this moment, Ye Tianchen was enraged, a strong desire to kill rising within him. He was not one to anger easily, but this time, he had made up his mind to ensure that every last one of these Japanese little devils would remain here. They were detestable and audacious beyond measure, having killed so many special forces, even Li Wang had died, and he was the captain of the special forces on the border, a master with Martial Venerate Realm strength.
In the deep canyon of the Black Mist Forest, there were some scattered tents. Every few meters, there stood an assassin clad in black. None of these people were weaklings; it seemed that the little devils from Japan had gone to great lengths to disrupt the border of the Black Mist Forest and accomplish their mission. There was not only Dao Gejian, a super-class master, but also an elder of the Beitian Kendo Sect who was even more formidable than Dao Gejian. This made Ye Tianchen, Cang Lang, and Luo Weike dare not take anything lightly.
